It’s beginning to look a lot like I Rock!

Last night I informed my hubby that I needed the Sam's Club card so I could go buy the Handy Manny Toolbox, the only gift Soren wants from Santa, and the only thing that absolutely CANNOT be missing from under our Christmas tree or he will never ever believe in anything good ever. "I don't know why you have to go it get now. It's not even Thanksgiving yet." True but still I think this particular toy is worth the early effort. I spent my lunch hour dodging shoppers at Sam's as they jumped in front of me to get at the mini quiche samples. When I finally found the toolbox there were only 2 left whereas there had been at least 30 last weekend. One of the toys had some goo on it so really that means I got the last one. THE LAST ONE! Although had I been left with the goo covered one I would have haggled a discount and washed the dang thing because this is how important this particular toy is. I felt like I had just battled my way to owning the First Cabbage Patch doll. Truly the cashier must have thought I was a total weirdo as I was beaming so proudly over this Hispanic-accented toolset. I'm still beaming because this means that Christmas will not be ruined after all. It's symbol of my awesomeness and gives me a great boost of confidence that this working mom CAN bake the cookies, decorate the tree, shop for presents, hide and wrap the presents, cook pie, send out Christmas cards, get the letter, cookies, milk and carrots out for Santa, host a Wigalia, visit Santa, shop, shop, shop and do it all while spreading good cheer and peace. I think there should be some prayer in there too. Phew, I think I just lost confidence. I should start hitting the eggnog.